fake it...

I am back in here. I still don’t feel good. I still feel weird. May the lord help me ok?

I need alot of help, trust and faith for things to go back to the way it was. To me, it hell of a difficult thing to do. To have to have things the way it used to it.

I hate the part where the whole family tree has to be dug out during a fight. I hate the fact the kaypohs had to be involved when a couple fight.

Why the hell do they even bother to call my parents and to get involved with my quarrels and why the hell do they even bother to rush down to my house when in fact is something that is between us 2? Why are they so kaypoh?

Now seeing them, i don’t feel as good as i used to be. I don’t feel that they can be trusted anymore. They all seems fake to me and none of the warmth that i had felt before had exist.
To me, all are lies and fake behaviours. Till now, i cannot forget how the fuck he can get someone to rush cab down to my house and that someone really try to do that. I cannot forgive how someone come to the room and tell me loads and loads of craps of me not to miss my family, not to call my family, not to keep crawling back to my family. I seriously still bothered over it.
Tell me not to be so minor, tell me not to feel so pointless and i tell you i seriously cannot forget.

I can’t forget fake people and i hate fake people...

No wonder people say’ the more i know men, the more i love dogs.”